Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1638 - 1635: Love Me Hard

Upon hearing Lin Yiren's call and beholding her alluring yet captivating expression, the deep-seated longing Xu Wendong had suppressed for years surged and ignited within him. His eyes brightened, his mouth grew dry, and his breathing quickened. The room was steeped in an ambiguous atmosphere, with dim lights casting a veil over the soft bed, creating a dreamlike haze over their private space. Lin Yiren lay supine on the bed, her dark hair fanned out, a few strands playfully gracing her flushed cheeks and accentuating her snow-white skin. Her eyes were half-closed, shimmering with a gaze like autumn water, full of endless allure and charm. Her slightly parted red lips seemed to offer a silent, enticing invitation, and the breath she exhaled carried a burning heat that mingled with the quiet, tense ambiance.

Xu Wendong's eyes gleamed with intense desire as he thrust his hips forward, advancing directly into that mysterious place which had haunted his dreams. The scorching, tight sensation instantly enveloped him, instantly releasing the fatigue of eighteen years of wandering. "Mmm~~~"

The very moment Xu Wendong entered Lin Yiren, she let out a high-pitched, winding, and soul-stirring moan, a sound brimming with extreme bashfulness and unrestrained indulgence. It echoed wildly in the quiet bedroom, as if attempting to break free from the confines of the room and declare their blazing passion to the entire world.

"Wendong, you're finally back. For these eighteen years, sister-in-law has missed you every moment," Lin Yiren's face was suffused with deep affection. She looked joyfully at the man lying atop her, her body and soul extraordinarily satisfied. "Sister-in-law, I missed you too, so much!" Xu Wendong's face was filled with emotion as he moved slowly, continuously entering and exiting her tender core. He had been away for eighteen years, and during that time, he hadn't wanted for female company; beautiful women of various types had appeared around him wherever he went. However... no woman could ever replace Lin Yiren's place in his heart.

Initially engrossed in the most traditional position of union, Xu Wendong's rhythm was powerful and deep. Each thrust seemed to narrate the eighteen years of longing and desire he held for Lin Yiren. Lin Yiren's response was passionate and enchanting; her waist, like a lively water snake, gently writhed to match Xu Wendong's pace. Her hands clung tightly to his arms, her fingertips exerting slight pressure, as if conveying the surging passion from the depths of her heart. In this ancient and classic posture, they felt the purest intimacy, as if time had stood still. Only their two burning hearts throbbed violently, their bodies and souls fusing on the small bed, composing a symphony of primal love.

Moments later, a hint of cunning allure flashed in Lin Yiren's eyes. She gently pushed Xu Wendong away, then turned to kneel on the bed. Her rounded hips lifted high, forming an enticing curve like a ripe peach ready to be plucked. Xu Wendong understood, entering her from behind once more. This new position brought a different kind of stimulation and closeness for both of them. Lin Yiren's moans grew more urgent, her back arched like a beautiful bowstring, her head tilted back, long hair cascading down – a dynamic and alluring picture.

At this point, the air in the room seemed to grow more scorching and thick; every breath felt like inhaling and exhaling the flames of desire. The sound of skin slapping was incessant. Xu Wendong's hands gripped Lin Yiren's waist tightly, feeling the strength and elasticity beneath her supple skin. His gaze was fixed on Lin Yiren's back, her undulating form igniting his desire even more fiercely, as if he were pouring out all eighteen years of longing and love in this moment.

Next, they shifted to a side-lying position, Lin Yiren's leg draped over Xu Wendong's waist, their bodies touching intimately. Xu Wendong's hands roamed freely over every inch of Lin Yiren's skin, from her tender chest to her thighs, each touch drawing soft gasps from her. Their movements became gentler and slower, as if savoring their forbidden yet fiery emotions. In this side-lying intimacy, they could clearly see each other's expressions, filled with love, desire, and a subtle shyness. Lin Yiren's fingers lightly traced Xu Wendong's chest, feeling his firm muscles and strong heartbeat, her eyes reflecting satisfaction and intoxication. It was as if, at this moment, the entire world had shrunk to just the two of them, all external disturbances ceasing to exist.

As their passion escalated, they adopted a face-to-face sitting position. Lin Yiren's legs wrapped around Xu Wendong's waist, her arms encircling his neck, their gazes tightly interlinked.

Their embrace deepened, a tender narrative woven through their physical union, conveying eighteen years of unspoken longing and profound affection.

With utmost tenderness, Xu Wendong cradled Lin Yiren's face, his thumb gently brushing away the tears of passion that welled up. Their breaths intertwined, their lips brushing softly, then meeting in passionate kisses.

A serene yet potent aura enveloped the room, as if time itself had paused to honor their love, leaving only the boundless sweetness and tenderness of the moment.

As they transitioned through various positions, their bodies and spirits were utterly consumed by a tempest of exquisite pleasure.

Xu Wendong’s breathing intensified, a fine sheen of sweat adorning his forehead, trickling down his cheeks to merge with Lin Yiren’s equally fragrant, glistening skin, becoming indistinguishable.

Lin Yiren’s hair, now a silken tangle, clung to her flushed cheeks like the bloom on a ripe apple, creating a vibrant, sensual tableau.

Each shift in position brought a unique sensation, revealing unparalleled fulfillment to both their bodies and souls.

As moments stretched on, Xu Wendong sensed a familiar stirring, a sensation that quickened his pulse and intensified the rhythm of his movements.

Meanwhile.

Lin Yiren experienced Xu Wendong’s tempestuous advance, her breath coming in rapid gasps, her voice rising in ecstatic moans, "Faster... a little faster... love me harder..."

Xu Wendong held his breath, entering the final surge, releasing the blazing passion and yearning he held for his sister-in-law.

A fiery sensation, like intense flames, coursed into Lin Yiren, causing her alluring form to quiver uncontrollably, her expression one of pure, blissful contentment!